Dead Flesh Treasury Lyrics

Human head trophies
Decorate the walls
See them by hundreds
Walking down my halls
This one I hunted
That one I bought
His skin serves
As a tablecloth

Stuffed carcasses of men
All across my domain
Some mummified, some
still fresh
Museum of
dead flesh!

Collector of
Human agony
I fill my treasury
With eyes, scalps and
teeth
Death among men
I am called
I will not stop until
Mankind falls

Furniture made of bone
Human leather carpets
Curtains made of faces
Showcase ribcages
I feed my pigs
The guts of a king

Entrails are a delicacy
Their meat I tenderize
Dine from their severed
hands
With a skullfull of bile

Bottled blood of fine
vintage
New batch still draining
Upside down like quarry
Vein cut when still
breathing

I own live humans too
Caged and miserable

Cannibalistic starvation
The weak ones
get eaten first

The cell floor fills with
decay
Vermin gnaw one their
dead bodies

In delight, I watch them
writhe
Death wish gleaming in
their eyes

I engulf myself
in the remains
of a species